Eleven
“It’s lovely that the two of you arrived at the same time and can learn together,” Azzy says to Aurora and me as the two of us sit side by side at a library table the following morning. “It doesn’t often happen that way.”
Aurora says nothing, so I decide to say nothing too. I doubt either of us thinks there’s anything ‘lovely’ about this situation. In fact, I’m surprised she’s still here. She seemed so desperate last night; I thought she’d have found a way to escape the house while the rest of us were sleeping. But she was sitting at the dining room table when I got there this morning, frowning at her plate. She didn’t look up once during breakfast.
“Right, then,” Azzy says. “I’m going to explain glamours this morning, and after that we’ll move outside to try some basic magic bef
